My Story

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My Story
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Mon, 07-25-2011 - 4:55pm

I just started writing, and I got it down. There is so much left out, but I didn't want this to go on forever. Please be advised though, this could possibly do some PTSD triggering because, while I tried to pull out alot of the graphic details, there is still some in there. I really hope this helps others. There are still alot of pieces missing, but I think this paints the picture and talks about the important stuff (1) how I got in the relationship, (2) how I got out, and (3) that this can happen to anyone and they can survive. And, I know I left out growing up with my parents. That is definitely something for another day/week/year.

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When I was 15, I started dating a guy who had some pretty weird behaviors. He would attribute them to trying to impress me, or they were always somehow my fault. When he started dealing drugs, he had this long, drawn-out reason for why it was my fault. Just every little thing became my fault, but that I should feel lucky because he put up with me and was trying to make me happy. I spent more and more time with him because it was an escape from my parents. I moved out of my parents’ house that year and spent most of my nights at his place, and occasionally slept at friends’ houses or my car. I was working 40-60 hours per week and going to school full-time, so there wasn’t much time in between, so it didn’t seem so bad.

Around that time, we were driving around – me in the passenger seat and him driving. I was just staring out the window, when suddenly I felt a sharp *thwack* and my nose was bleeding. It took me awhile to put together what happened… he had backhanded me while driving, and then gone right back to it like nothing had happened. Things like this started to happen more and more. When, I questioned it – he told me I was crazy, and that couldn’t possibly be what happened. This spiraled out of control to where he would do it just about anywhere. And, I stopped mentioning it. I just took it and assumed that I must be hallucinating or crazy or something because why would he possibly be doing something like that to me. I really thought I was so crazy and there was something wrong with me.

Somehow this made me apply this to my relationship with my parents too. It must have all been me. I must be such a bad person. And, I should have felt lucky to have these people in my life who were willing to put up with me and my craziness.

The relationship escalated and so did the incidents. When I was 18, he punched me hard enough to crack my jaw in front of his sister. When I was 19, he slammed my head in to a concrete wall with enough force to cause a concussion and make me black out. He also kept me steadily on illegal drugs as his “career” as a drug dealer and later drug trafficker took off. I scared to pieces to leave him, and few people really saw what was going on. He was a little guy, but strong. He would talk about wanting to molest our children if we ever had any and all sorts of horrible things as though they were completely normal.

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Mon, 07-25-2011 - 11:35pm
You are really a brave person to have gone through so much and survived. Thanks for sharing..
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Tue, 07-26-2011 - 11:25am
Chipperchick, like the other amazing women on this board, you are incredibly courageous. Your crazy mother absolutely set you up for domestic abuse, but you are triumphing. Your story will inspire others.
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Wed, 07-27-2011 - 9:29am
Thank you winter and geoteo. I appreciate your saying that. It's amazing how much stronger and in control of my own life and future I feel lately. I'm really loving it. There is a definite sense of freedom. And it's amazing to feel a sense of equality in a relationship. I still have the automatic reaction to cringe when I find myself saying things like, "Well you may think that's what I should do, but how often do I actually listen to you?" or even just "No." I still expect that to be met with anger and aggression, but it's really nice to just hear my husband chuckle and say instead, "I know, I know" or just being respectful when I say no to something. And, do it in such a good-natured way that I feel kinda goofy for having expected anything worse.
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Wed, 07-27-2011 - 11:20am

Chipper, what an amazing story.

Mama Harmony

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Wed, 07-27-2011 - 11:53am
Thank you. I know I talk about my husband alot, and it's because I thought all men were the same. I want to encourage people to know that there are good ones out there. But, at the same time, I really want people to understand that I could only put myself back into a relationship when I really felt I was better off on my own. I am still VERY independent. I got things back on track without a man in my life, and was living very happily and independently as a single mom for several years. And, I know - if I ever needed - I could easily walk away from my husband and be a single mom again, completely self-sufficient, without so much as a hiccup. I know I dote on him and he dotes on me, but I want people getting out of these types of situations to know... you can only really be happy when you learn to be happy by yourself, on your own, completely self-sufficient and in control of your own life.

And, yes, hopefully this cr*p with my parents will be over soon. I'm really so frustrated over it. I just want them to leave me alone for good.